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The Venusian Trilogy / Angels Don't Cry ebook

Omnec Onec



In the continuation of her autobiography, Omnec describes her experiences on Earth and conveys further valuable insights. Omnec Onec: "As I was born on the Planet Venus in another dimension and came to your Planet as a young child, I was able to retain the knowledge and information that I had gathered as a Soul through many incarnations and life times. I can keep this information intact, and what I teach people is actually what I KNOW and not what I've read about or what I've heard, but what I have experienced through many different life cycles on Earth and in other dimensions." - "We came as Soul into the polar worlds for only one reason: To have the experiences which will lead us to becoming a conscious co-worker with the Supreme Deity - the REAL LOVE. Real Love is the energy that flows from the creator and supports all forms of life. Without it, nothing can exist. Therefore we are all universal beings and not limited to one existence. There are no limits to love."

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The Venusian Trilogy

Angels Don’t Cry

Autobiography Part 2

Omnec Onec: The Venusian Trilogy

Autobiography and Spiritual Essence by Omnec Onec

Autobiography Part 2 “Angels Don’t Cry”

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Copyright© 2014 DAS GUTE BUCH Verlagsanstalt, FL-9495 Triesen

Publisher: G. Kouki Wohlwend

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All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form by any means, whether electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise without prior written permission of DAS GUTE BUCH Verlagsanstalt.

Edited by G. Kouki Wohlwend, Anja CR Schaefer, Elisabeth Baer, Crary Brouhard, and Omnec Onec

Illustration “Journey of Soul” (in Part 1 “From Venus I Came”): Sandra Beck

The Key to Creation

We all make mistakes, so that we can learn from them. Likewise we have to learn to accept our negative parts and problems, to laugh about ourselves, to believe in the positive and good and to focus our whole attention on it. We may never forget that our imagination is the key to creation.



Angels Don’t Cry

Chapter One: Sheila

Chapter Two: My Earth Family

Chapter Three: Living with a dictator

Chapter Four: A light at the end of the tunnel

Chapter Five: Chicago

Chapter Six: Longing for love and understanding

Chapter Seven: Renewed confidence

Chapter Eight: The Girl from Venus

Chapter Nine: Reencountering my spiritual teachings

Chapter Ten: Children – Our Future

Chapter Eleven: My way to the public

Chapter Twelve: Fulfilling my mission

Biographical Data




In the first part of my autobiography with the title “From Venus I Came” I have described my life on the astral level on the planet Venus. This now is the personal account and description of my life on Planet Earth – a very strong contrast to my life of peace and beauty on Venus. I had been told by Uncle Odin and Aunt Arena that some Earth people believed Venusians to be angels.

Three years after my arrival, when I was only ten Earth years old, I was chosen to play an angel in the school Christmas play. My grandmother was a Christian and seemed to know a lot about angels and the human concept of heaven. She told I me all she had read about them including the wings and the halo. She seemed amused at my interest. I sat on the floor while she read from the bible where the angels appeared to the shepherds.

When I asked her, “Grandma, do angels cry?” she looked up in surprise and said: “No, I don’t believe they do. It seems to be their work to protect people from pain and suffering. So they sort of dry people’s tears.” – “Grandma”, I said, “do you think it is okay for me to be an angel because I do cry?” She hugged me laughing and replied: “You will always be my angel if you cry or not because I know you only cry if you have to or for others.”

I continued my tearful journey here on Earth, learning about emotions unknown to me such as fear, anger, and aggression. And at the worst times, I always told myself in a whisper: “Angels don’t cry, Angels don’t cry.”

In reading this story of my life, it may seem unreal how one major experience or crisis follows another, day after day. It often seemed to me that I was given a rest only long enough to catch my breath, and yet another crisis would unfold, often leaving my mind reeling and my emotions topsy-turvy.

This is what the Masters in Retz on Venus meant when they explained to me, that due to this being my last incarnation in the Physical, to expect a heavy load of Karma because of the choice I made to take Sheila’s suffering. I as Soul had created certain conditions which were difficult for my own experiences which would prepare me to my future mission here on Earth. They assured me that good will come from all the bad experiences and that in the future I would understand.

Many years later, I saw that what they explained was true. Many people on Earth have suffered as I have, and because of my suffering, they will be able to relate to me as a human being rather than an alien. Perhaps even inspired to accept and learn better to cope with their own difficulties. We all have our special angels to guide and protect us and even some physically here on Earth, disguised as friends who are there to comfort us and help us dry our tears and heal our wounds.

To all my special angels here – THANK YOU!

Amual Abactu Baraka Bashad

(May the Universal Love and Blessings be)

Omnec Onec

Chapter One


Sheila’s mother was born in the early 1930s in Falling Water, Tennessee. Being the only one with blond hair and blue eyes, Donna was the strangest child in her family. Everyone affectionately called her “Cottontop”, a name her father had given her.

Donna’s father was a gentle and kind man, a man she adored and loved with all her heart. Every morning, when she was barely three years old, Donna would go into her Daddy’s room to dance and sing. Daddy loved his little girl. To see her dancing so daintily filled him with joy, and he told her not to mind her aunt who warned that the excitement would kill him. Donna’s father had spent many years working in the coal mines, and was now bedridden with a serious illness.

Every morning before her performance Donna ran up to collect a kiss; but one morning was different from all others. Something was very wrong – Daddy was cold. She didn’t know what to think, seeing him lying there so still.

In all the commotion that followed, Donna remembered only one horrible thing. The words her aunt screamed as she ran into the room left a scar in Donna’s heart. “See, I told you if you kept dancing you would kill him!” Horrified, the little girl ran out of the house in tears, believing she had surely killed Daddy.

Under the old wooden house she crawled and hid, and wailed and wailed until her oldest brother Otto came to sooth her. He coaxed her out and hugged her, trying to convince her that she really had not killed Daddy. The whole experience was only a beginning of Donna’s life of suffering and pain.

She and her family grew up in a life of poverty. With seven children, her mother Jane could barely scrape together a living now that her husband was gone. The poor family did not have much of anything.

Donna was married off at a very young age because her mother (who would become my Earth grandmother) did not have the means to care for her much longer. By the time Donna was fourteen, she was married to a man named David who was supposedly the handsomest guy in the county. All the other girls were crazy about him.

Omnec’s Earth mother Donna was only 14 when she married David. One year later, she gave birth to Sheila.

Two months passed before Donna reached puberty. And shortly after that she became pregnant. She was certainly excited about having a baby, but her husband being too young never became a providing father. Back at his home before this, every penny from his job had gone to support the family. Now that he was out from under his parents wings, it was the perfect time to buy everything he always wanted.

The money went for his pinball games, for soda pop, for hot dogs, for movies, for everything except necessities. The family’s bills were never paid. The dinner table was a wooden box, with orange crates as the seats.

Donna was much too young and immature to be married, not to mention raising a child. She continued to sleep with her favorite doll, and even put cold cream on its face at night, and her husband would have to give it a goodnight kiss.

Some of the things I am saying here about my Earth mother’s early life did not come to me through Vonic. I learned a great deal from what she herself told me during my life with her.

Donna was deeply affected by a fishing trip she had made with David during the eighth month of pregnancy. As they walked down a steep slope toward the river Donna tripped and fell, rolling down the slope bumpity-bump with her big belly. The dough balls she was carrying for bait flew in every direction.

Running behind Donna, David could think of nothing but his dough balls. “Oh, my dough balls! You’ve ruined my dough balls!” Never once did he show concern over whether Donna and the baby had been hurt. She never forgave him for that. He wasn’t being cruel; he was just young and inexperienced.

On August 20th, David’s birthday, Donna gave him a living birthday present. It was on this day in 1948 that Sheila was born. Yet all that he could think of was that she had forgotten a birthday present.

Donna knew very little about taking care of a baby, and David never bought all that little Sheila had need of. This was partly because of his low income and partly because he also knew very little about babies needs. The result was that in a few months the baby was near death, and there was little the doctors could do. Her intestines showed through the skin, and she had bad diarrhea and infected ears and throat.

Donna prayed and prayed to God that if He would let the baby live, she would live right. Little Sheila did live, but Donna never lived up to her promise.

Soon after the little girl was well again, Donna decided that she wanted a divorce. Instead of sitting down with her husband and trying to work things out between them, she simply divorced the man. She knew little about trying to make a marriage work. They were both immature and not ready for family life. At the age of sixteen she was on her own with the baby girl.

My Venusian people at this time had been following the pattern of Sheila’s life to see when I had to come on the scene. This was all arranged by a Master in charge of my spiritual unfoldment. He knew Sheila was not going to live to maturity, but the exact time of her passing had not yet been pinpointed.

Meanwhile, Sheila’s father married a girl named Peggy. Peggy was a wonderful wife and a beautiful person; both she and little Sheila’s father were very good to Sheila in the years to follow.

Donna at that time began seeing an older man named Ed, who had a daughter about Sheila’s age. He was so kind to Donna and Sheila that she finally did marry him, at the age of seventeen.

Donna and Ed then moved into an apartment building in which her older sister lived. Donna enjoyed living there with her sister and brother-in-law and their little boy. The boy was only a few years older than Sheila, and the two children enjoyed each other’s company.

Then Donna became pregnant and gave birth to a boy, Edgar Vernon, named after her husband. They lived there for a few years; Donna was rather happy with her little baby boy, her little girl, and Ed. What she never realized was that her husband was very much interested in her sister. Donna’s love for her left little room for jealousy.

Donna visited her mother Jane one day, taking along Sheila and leaving behind her little boy Eddie at her sister’s apartment next door. Returning home, she discovered her little boy was gone, her husband was gone, and her sister was gone. It was a terrible shock and hurt Donna deeply because she had placed so much love and faith in her sister. As time passed, however, feelings changed and all was accepted.

This was Donna’s second marriage gone down the drain. For the second time, now at the age of nineteen, she was alone with her little girl Sheila. She knew nothing of the legalities of getting her son back.

During the time Donna was married to her second husband, she had met a man named C.L., who happened to be Edgar’s uncle. C.L. was a Cary Grant type of person with his moustache, arched eyebrows, and widow’s peak, and the very particular way he dressed.

C.L. was a jack-of-all-trades and a very good construction man, but completely untrustworthy. He could talk a man out of his last five cents; he was a conman and a deceiver. But C.L. was an irresistible sort of person with lots of personality and a way of charming people to do as he wished. He was a complex character and very intelligent, but he drank heavily.

C.L. was an unpredictable person. One minute he would pat you on the head, and the next minute he would knock you clear across the room. No one knew what he was going to do next, or how to react to him. He was certainly a strange man, but in spite of this, Donna fell for him. People always seemed to want C.L.’s attention and approval.

Often during their courtship, he brought food as well as clothes for little Sheila. Donna was sympathetic to the hard-luck story C.L. told about his wife, and being so young she didn’t realize what kind of person he actually was. It was true that his wife was an alcoholic, but later Donna would learn that her difficult marriage with C.L. had substantially contributed to her drinking of alcohol.

After she lived with him for about a week, Donna realized C.L. was an alcoholic too, but it was too late to matter. Although she herself did not drink compulsively, he kept pushing it on her. She finally did start drinking, but mostly to escape his meanness. His cruelty affected the little girl as well. Whenever he was drunk, C.L. had a habit of beating Donna, while Sheila looked on in fright, terrified of the man.

When C.L. was sober he was charming, but when he was drunk he was extremely cruel. There was one particular instance when little six-year-old Sheila tried to protect her mother when C.L. was beating her. Enraged, he smacked Sheila across the face, giving her a black eye. The little girl saw through him and was perplexed as to why Donna put up with so much trouble.

The whole situation was very sad because C.L. could not help himself. There was something very wrong with him mentally, aside from the drinking, or perhaps caused by it. Donna drank more and more just to tolerate her lot. She began to despise the man as much as she loved him. Many times she ran away from him with Sheila, but he always managed to win her back through cajoling or by force.

The day came when Donna again tried to leave C.L. Taking Sheila along, she hitchhiked with a truck driver who took them along to his home in Indianapolis. He and his wife took good care of Donna and Sheila, and their own twin boys.

Then Donna made the mistake of calling C.L. so that he would be able to pick up his car keys, which she had taken along to prevent him from following her. Upon arriving, he cried and carried on about how sincerely he meant to change his ways. He wouldn’t be mean anymore and he was going to stop drinking, he promised. Donna believed him.

On the outskirts of Indianapolis, C.L. suddenly left the highway, much to Donna’s surprise. He drove on into a forest preserve. There C.L. stopped and threatened to kill the both of them for betraying him. Waving a pistol, he accused Donna of having an affair with the man. He even tried to force Sheila into saying that she saw them together. As fate had it, they were saved by a patrolman who pulled alongside warning C.L. that he was parked illegally.

This calmed C.L. down somewhat, but it was then that Donna decided this was not the kind of life Sheila deserved, that these kinds of things were happening too often. She could see that her little girl was unhappy living with C.L., and since she loved Sheila more than herself she decided to send her away to her grandmother for protection, and for her own peace of mind.

Donna reasoned with C.L. that Sheila would have a much more stable life in Chattanooga; she could go to school and have friends. C.L. agreed, but only because he would rather be rid of her. At this time, C.L. and Donna were on the road to the West from Indianapolis; they stopped long enough to put Sheila on the bus under Traveler’s Aid, with a note to Donna’s mother Jane. This then is how Sheila happened to meet her fate on that rainy night in Little Rock, Arkansas.

When I arrived at Grandmother’s house in Chattanooga, I became a part of the whole karmic chaos. Donna became my mother and C.L. became my step-father. Living with him later in my life was all the nightmare it had been for Sheila, and more.

The real Sheila Gipson, here at the age of 3, who died in a bus accident in 1955.

Chapter Two

My Earth Family

I stood in front of Grandma’s door and knocked. At last the lights came on and the door opened, and I saw inside an elderly woman in her nightgown. I recognized her immediately; this was my Earth grandmother, Jane. Vonic had been right when he described her as a sickly woman. The floating tumors in her stomach made her look eight months pregnant.

“Sheila?” she asked, peering into the darkness to see who was there. “Yes, it is me,” I said. I stood there in silence, awaiting her reaction.

“Child, what are you doing here? And where is your mother? Where is everybody?” she asked. It was obvious to me that she couldn’t believe her own eyes, waking up at three in the morning to find Sheila at the door. As it turned out Donna had not called ahead to say that her daughter would be coming to Chattanooga.

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